An entire week of December went by before I managed to change the page on our calendar. When I finally did, I took a step back and stared.
The picture for December is from last December: my parents, brothers, their wives, children, and our family. The four men sat in front with the ladies behind them. The longer I looked I realized all of the men had faded knees on their jeans.
A visible indication of time spent with nieces, nephews, granddaughters, grandsons, sons, and daughters. Everyday since changing the calendar, when I glance at it, I smile at the faded knees because it's not style they were going for, it's love.
The picture for December is from last December: my parents, brothers, their wives, children, and our family. The four men sat in front with the ladies behind them. The longer I looked I realized all of the men had faded knees on their jeans.
A visible indication of time spent with nieces, nephews, granddaughters, grandsons, sons, and daughters. Everyday since changing the calendar, when I glance at it, I smile at the faded knees because it's not style they were going for, it's love.
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